I feel like I’ll never be happy again
            because I never was, really.
                        I only thought I was--- because I thought you loved me.
Now that reel plays on a loop in my head---
            How could I have thought that look meant I was yours,
                        that touch meant I was special,
                                    and that line about loving to hold me—
                                                How stupid of me to believe it meant love.
Now I want to curse you to your face
            because I can’t forgive you, yet.
                        I really, honestly, truly regret that I know you.
It seems so silly that a summer’s worth the fishing days and starlit walks,
            a few hesitating, heavy-breathed hugs,
                        a game of footsie and a couple close dances,
                                    and what seemed the culmination of life and dreams
                                                are now just a gnarled, bitter regret that I fell for it.